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I'd listen to radio signals
But all I'd hear is chlorine bleached static
That leaves a the bitter taste of Advil in my thoughts
Drugged up in an anaesthetic haze of morphine induced comatose
I'd clench my teeth to stop the florescent vowels
From escaping my insomniac lips
I've chewed them shut and pasted book spines on my ribcage
In an attempt to be something organic and interesting
Because the plain Jane exterior I've laced between my iris's
Is becoming a contradiction of what little sanity I possess
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AmiHimawari Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
the metaphors are too much, but somehow i still got the picture, i guess. :)

the atmosphere is sad, but the way you wrote this make it feel as if there's something much more beneath this.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you, I guess I do overwork my metaphors often but it's just something that defines my writing style I suppose.

I like to let people wonder what I write about and what the meaning behind my words are.
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UndertheShaydeWood Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
I cannot imagine what is beneath these metaphors for you only that I can relate to each one. They smbolize my feelings all too well. I amagine many people can relate. "bookspines on my ribcage" that's perfect - Dynamic, complex, deep, and profound.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
I'm glad and somewhat sad that you can relate to them, glad in that you enjoy my writing but sad to know that others know what the feelings are like. It's sad that people can empathise with pain and suffering more than anything else, but I suppose there's a morbit comfort in knowing we are not alone.
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
Through pain and suffering the world shalt be made a new through the eyes of the insane shall it be understood. You write wonderfully from the soul and always live to read them
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the lovely comment, I'm glad you liked it.
Though sometimes it's painful to see the world in hazes of grey, after all ignorance is bliss.
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
That's why they made books all the color you need is in them
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
I agree
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Hfeather53 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I dunno what to say. This is lovely and sad at the same time.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Thanks so much.
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Prof-Stein Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I bet it looks beautiful inside your head.
How else could it think of something like this?
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
It's not really beautiful inside my head.
I've been told I overthink far too often and use that to not actually be aware of the world around me.

I end up thinking too much and then write things haphhazardly at ungodly hours of the night in a daze.
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Prof-Stein Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I overthink things too. And I have ADHD, so my mind is like a big messy whirlwind.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Oh, I have a couple on friends who have ADHD they say it's pretty intense in terms of dealing with it.
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Prof-Stein Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It can be.
It's basically just a different way of thinking. One that involves a horrible attention span. -.-
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Squirelles have short attention spans .w.
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Prof-Stein Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Therfore, I must be a squirrel!
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Yesh! but lucky for you squirrels are adorable!
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poetic-headache Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, this is lovely! ^^
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
thanks os much! .w.
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poetic-headache Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. ^^
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Headphone4clock Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
this is beautiful. really modern with all the man made medicine you list its so unnatural, I love the strangeness in it. and the pain and anxiousness you show in it. i love it
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Headphone4clock Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
its no time taken away from me, i love your poetry
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Thanks so much
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thephilosifer Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
And when your heart stops beating only then is it truly heard.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student General Artist
Unfortunately that's true, your only missed when your dead, and then when the people you grew up with die then it's like you never existed because thir memories of you die with them. It's terrifying.
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thephilosifer Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
If that isn't that apitemy of life?
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Unfortunately. It's sad how when you die it's like you never existed. It's like there's no point of "living" it's just a massive contradiction.
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thephilosifer Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
Then again living may be just a test.If you pass,and live your whole life then you get a reward.If you commit suicide you fail.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012  Student General Artist
I suppose that's true, but then where's the freedom in that?
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thephilosifer Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2012
There isn't any.You have to play by the rules god sets.If you pass then you can do what ever you want afterward.In short you have to earn it.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2012  Student General Artist
I suppose if we didn't earn things then there would be no meaning to anything, it gives us a sense of value so I understand what you mean.
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ThePhantasmKnight Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
And yet when the night quiets the eyes, all you can breathe is the names.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student General Artist
Until the sunlight filters through the curtains and burns your pupils.
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ThePhantasmKnight Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
That will send in heaven as bend careening to rend your eyes as blend to see the world without an ounce of hate.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Though that doesn't stop the anesthetics from kicking in and knocking you to your senses. You see the world in a blind haze of grey and morphine. Ignorance is bliss.
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ThePhantasmKnight Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
And with legs in numb satisfaction of hearts not feeling the sun breaks the deafness. It fills the soul, a budding sunflower. To you the seeds shall fall and all the while you grow a forest between your fingers, giving all the gray greener eyes than they ever deserved.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
But absinthe daydreams leave you battered and bare as little green faye strip leather spines from your ribs and use them to tangle wildflowers and willows between them, setting the bloodless sculpture ablaze in an attempt to create some warmth, from your fleeting limbs.
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ThePhantasmKnight Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
Fore star shining comets shower your body, reminding you that we are all but stardust. All you have is the orbit of others in forested glades, pastures grazed by your quiet rage, novas and all.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student General Artist
Your mind flickers between black holes and cosmic rays, you burn stars and string them up to dry on milkyway vomit. Trying to create something of consequence to fill up empty atmosperes.
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